Talk to her about discretion

Finally drained, you pull your aching cock out of her, watching your spunk ooze out of her gaping cunt. She lays panting on the seat, quivering with orgasmic aftershocks, her faced sheened with perspiration, her soft lips parted.

"Was I a good girl for you Daddy? Are you pleased with me?" she whispers, her eyes seeking your approval. "It felt so good when you bred me. So very good."

"Aren't you on birth control Valerie?" you ask, trying to suppress the apprehension you feel, despite your knowledge that you've had a vasectomy and there is zero chance of impregnating her.

"Yes Daddy, I am. But I'll stop if you tell me. Then you can really breed me. Put your baby in my belly, so I can show everyone what a good girl I am. How I'm Daddy's good girl. Do you want me to stop Daddy?"

"No Valerie. Stay on birth control."

"Yes Daddy. If that's what you want. It felt so good when I felt your hot seed spurting inside me. I came so hard Daddy! I came so hard when you filled me with come!" She rolls to a seated position and smooths her dress down. "Tell me that you'll fuck your good girl again Daddy. Keep fucking her to keep her good. You will, won't you Daddy?"

Every part of you shouts a warning about this emotional train wreck of a girl. You should have nothing to do with her, but now having fucked her you fear what she might do if you reject her. Needing to reassure her, you reach out and squeeze her shoulder.

"Yes Valerie. I will. But we have to be discreet. We have to keep this our secret. Can you be Daddy's good girl and keep our secret?"

"Yes Daddy! I'll be so quiet! I'll be a good girl!" she bubbles. "But you'll fuck me again, won't you Daddy? Please say you will!"

"I already promised Valerie. But you need to go."

"Yes Daddy. But you'll fuck me soon?"

"Yes Valerie," you tell her, trying to keep your frustration at this obsessive, broken girl out of your voice. Not only is she burdened with emotional problems, you realise, she doesn't seem very bright, and you curse yourself for having succumbed to your lust and the temptation of her ripe young body.

To your relief she obeys, getting out of the car with you. "I'll be good. I'll be so good. I promise." She puts her hand on your arm and stands on her toes to kiss your cheek. "I promise Daddy."

With last smile she leaves, wriggling her ass at you in farewell.